tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107333040380281862024-03-21T17:50:46.919-07:00I Should Come With A Warning LabelA bitchy girls daily annoyancesKristenWileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17226131098859292167noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10733304038028186.post-53346997828958903032010-08-06T20:03:00.000-07:002010-08-06T20:16:58.242-07:00I'm 3 Months Old and Do What I Want!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZkHtRNWHKxUhbAxWH5Ds770oRO1Vrgp4kkPm8U5N6tVeYJ4zatqGtOrhGFyN2Vh3lbC89f4CYCSYsw7ZZPPBwrTZpvEPXjnGBItao-3fIDtXSkMW7Y-wgvFxELX4xp0mSaYkcBPEDzQ/s1600/42.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502498885096656370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZkHtRNWHKxUhbAxWH5Ds770oRO1Vrgp4kkPm8U5N6tVeYJ4zatqGtOrhGFyN2Vh3lbC89f4CYCSYsw7ZZPPBwrTZpvEPXjnGBItao-3fIDtXSkMW7Y-wgvFxELX4xp0mSaYkcBPEDzQ/s400/42.jpg" /></a> Hello Ladies. I will stun you with my cuteness. Then, probably poop up my back with my impressive gastric gymnastics. Cause I? Am chunkalicious..... For reelz, people. At my 9 week check-up, I was 24.5 inches long, and weighed just a bit over 15 pounds. Next meal? Steak please!! But, Mommy can't complain, cause I am a happy guy, and totally sleep through the night. They owe me BIG. Just wait until baby #2. I will make sure that I not only tell them all the things that drive Mommy and Daddy nuts, but I am sure that I will get all jealous and act like a crazy man as well. Heh heh. <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizPDtN_G8trseCe7KommM9XOP3Ymuw_qOuADhnWfQT5L4xB-tE6du0Kh3BltvBsh9Klmj2NNGvXvTBi3bYcZPkXV0KCOssRJUqersfrBNxBsNQMHjMZMZrAN1FJ6j-kCq3ezQD8jlWJg/s1600/232323232%7Ffp63263_nu=34;7__32_8_5_25_8_329;6246ot1lsi.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502498875389846786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizPDtN_G8trseCe7KommM9XOP3Ymuw_qOuADhnWfQT5L4xB-tE6du0Kh3BltvBsh9Klmj2NNGvXvTBi3bYcZPkXV0KCOssRJUqersfrBNxBsNQMHjMZMZrAN1FJ6j-kCq3ezQD8jlWJg/s400/232323232%7Ffp63263_nu=34;7__32_8_5_25_8_329;6246ot1lsi.jpg" /></a> These are mah feets. That is Gramsey holding them. Her is big, and likes to spoil me. Pap does too. Not to mention my other Grandma and Pap. Also? The whole family is all up in mah grill. I don't even know my own name, they call me so many things. Timothy Christopher, TC, Wiley Guy, Booger Butt, Big Tim, Chunk, Chunky, Chunkalicious, TT, Smoochie.... if you want me to respond people, decide on a name and stick with it!! <br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT7zFUEYq3gpi_jTpfd8urHu1YexukLWjz6pLhYWbq2Y36taSQyPXx8zYlC7r55kw9z4U9mzSWPXX7YfeLHODq7TwIR-leZjqzlfYFa9GlB8NY0aRaQk7gu8o98-6MxsKnWGGJ-W796g/s1600/Donna's+Camera+333.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502498866696461538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT7zFUEYq3gpi_jTpfd8urHu1YexukLWjz6pLhYWbq2Y36taSQyPXx8zYlC7r55kw9z4U9mzSWPXX7YfeLHODq7TwIR-leZjqzlfYFa9GlB8NY0aRaQk7gu8o98-6MxsKnWGGJ-W796g/s400/Donna's+Camera+333.JPG" /></a> This is me showing off my sweet swimming skillz. It was mah first time in the pool, but I obviously knew what I was doing. Cause I am almost 3 months old. I also don't need to take naps during the day, and can practically take care of myself. Just make the bottle and no one gets hurt. So far, life is pretty good. For the most part, Mommy has stopped acting like a complete lunatic, Daddy lets me do man stuff with him, and this huge hairy thing insists on liking me on the top of the head a lot. Mommy says she is mah puppy, but her is way bigger than me... As long as no one makes any stupid and uneducated comments on Mommy's blog about decisions that are completely none of their business, Mama promises to update more often with pictures of Mah Cute. Mmmm.... I think it is time to eat again. :)<br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>KristenWileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17226131098859292167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10733304038028186.post-41641164196188382872010-06-20T10:47:00.000-07:002010-06-20T10:59:41.419-07:00A month already?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_na9hg_mEumXoMkZnabY-lGbE7oLXeKdI3fo8uqtMUZAPTmSFpMjahGobUSnMuM-5VLpHdR860t3H0VwrjzuoCtTd_cIuTOEVd3gzN5W6MBHZ3UJqrqPr-3pUfEN-EMpG9uI5DNPSbw/s1600/32265_1490931791142_1169409248_31368891_1288569_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484914284953680866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_na9hg_mEumXoMkZnabY-lGbE7oLXeKdI3fo8uqtMUZAPTmSFpMjahGobUSnMuM-5VLpHdR860t3H0VwrjzuoCtTd_cIuTOEVd3gzN5W6MBHZ3UJqrqPr-3pUfEN-EMpG9uI5DNPSbw/s400/32265_1490931791142_1169409248_31368891_1288569_n.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Yesterday, Wiley Guy was one month old. Already. And it has flown by. This amazing little person has already been a part of our lives for 4 weeks. And I find myself wondering "What did we do without him?!!?" He is the most laid back, content fat baby ever. He just digs hanging out, watching the world from his bouncy seat. He is a flirt, and always happy to be, well, where ever he is. He eats like a champ, and has been sleeping through the night since he was two weeks old. Best. Baby. Ever. </div><div> </div><div>I'm waiting for that comment to bite me in the butt... and I know it will.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Anyway, Timothy Christopher was born May 19th, 2010 at 8:10am. He weighed 8lbs. 14.5 oz and was 21 inches long. At his last doctor appt. he weighed 9lbs. 14 oz. We visit the dr. again on Tuesday. He is a chunk, and if you take his bottle away from him before he is done.... Look Out! Cause he honest to god yells at you. </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>So today, on Father's Day, we are waiting for Daddy to get home, so we can spend the day together and eat yummy steaks on the grill. (Wiley Guy will probably just have a bottle...) The first month seems like a blink of an eye. Pregnancy lasted sooo long, and Mommyhood goes by so quickly. </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>On a bit of a serious note, I also want to post a Public Service Announcement: Post Partum Anxiety Disorder is real, and absolutely horrible to go through. The first 72 hours we were home, I did not sleep. Not because I had a newborn who was screaming, nope. He was sleeping. I was up, afraid something would happen. What if he choked, what if he stopped breathing??!?!? And then? The anxiety attacks started. After Zoloft and Xanax I am still struggling with anxiety. Baby? Healthy and Happy. Mama? Bat Shit Crazy. If you have anxiety, or PPD, get help. You are no good to your children if you are not completely healthy. </div><div> </div><div>Happy One Month Wiley Guy. I don't know what we did without you, and are so blessed to be parents. You are an amazing son. I love you. :)</div>KristenWileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17226131098859292167noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10733304038028186.post-67432879034078883162010-05-24T22:38:00.000-07:002010-05-24T22:47:12.826-07:00Um, I made this?Meet Wiley Guy! He was born at 8:10am on May 19th, 2010.... His Mama's birthday. What an amazing birthday gift!<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit2pAQW2WWyR8GbM5qJ9dvDoWPMZfR2PGAnATKoeOxQnIDeU5lUWnWY4YMW2TtENsq8VscPOAm4uIo-7KwaSzjnPnRb3_unMlEOVRam9euH_kX5uGjyeKJQETaYRYLZ-V1BK9MdflL8Q/s1600/May+19,+2010+056.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475079220164018434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit2pAQW2WWyR8GbM5qJ9dvDoWPMZfR2PGAnATKoeOxQnIDeU5lUWnWY4YMW2TtENsq8VscPOAm4uIo-7KwaSzjnPnRb3_unMlEOVRam9euH_kX5uGjyeKJQETaYRYLZ-V1BK9MdflL8Q/s400/May+19,+2010+056.JPG" /></a> 8 pounds 14.5 ounces 21 inches long<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqmqIiQVIlZlwdXzXl0MZt8RMZnkaP64UiYTPo39pqf1Kbm4qLOgbcz5nnYNL_6KswLI7i_1XKwk4Snsz1uscxh4ob4HBIbIN3f57KbbXt41ybePOk28Rb6yaxcRZMfQ4IwslVgjMZ-Q/s1600/May+19,+2010+014.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475079210906985138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqmqIiQVIlZlwdXzXl0MZt8RMZnkaP64UiYTPo39pqf1Kbm4qLOgbcz5nnYNL_6KswLI7i_1XKwk4Snsz1uscxh4ob4HBIbIN3f57KbbXt41ybePOk28Rb6yaxcRZMfQ4IwslVgjMZ-Q/s400/May+19,+2010+014.JPG" /></a> Morning of the C-Section. 39 weeks.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBCCYcyoNm-b2k4F3HSLSNXS4tH1_sZJp6rYMDJbLs7jJjXEaxzugr1aIz5pk4pDtngzcALKRWwKh2LR8P6ERtiTgwu_U7t4YktL-HOjv3y198zMvtZDDCFPwfAVceC5chLZWHCq3PRA/s1600/May+19,+2010+005.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475079198622493058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBCCYcyoNm-b2k4F3HSLSNXS4tH1_sZJp6rYMDJbLs7jJjXEaxzugr1aIz5pk4pDtngzcALKRWwKh2LR8P6ERtiTgwu_U7t4YktL-HOjv3y198zMvtZDDCFPwfAVceC5chLZWHCq3PRA/s400/May+19,+2010+005.JPG" /></a> Motherhood is amazing.... and exhausting! <br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>KristenWileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17226131098859292167noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10733304038028186.post-74115232489396077872010-05-18T16:38:00.000-07:002010-05-18T16:41:55.061-07:00Happy Birthday to Me!..... and Wiley Guy?Tomorrow, May 19th, is mah birfday. I will accept cards, gifts and money. It is not a super good birthday, just 28. But tomorrow will always stand out in my mind. Why?<br /><br />Tomorrow my son will be born!! Wiley Guy is slated to arrive in this big mean world via C-Section at approximately 7:30am! That's right, my son and I will share a birthday.... and hopefully many more amazing milestones. I have waited for this for so long, and worked so hard for it, and now it is almost over. I'm going to be a MOMMY!!! :)KristenWileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17226131098859292167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10733304038028186.post-14584529914528538682010-04-30T10:08:00.000-07:002010-04-30T10:20:56.796-07:00All Bark and No Bite...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBJ0ongkHc1s9PjBLD0tQgd8C21RWV1KK85vu_claeCYDfcGlcKgaKIHMGBEsR4waHoBDprxJRXqJN8EgBOQ2qDbdHFt933Gt1PQcVmPvJ7JRYY2VyJn703RsOxpGsDEXx6pZ6NesUDw/s1600/March+2010+051.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465979330164213298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBJ0ongkHc1s9PjBLD0tQgd8C21RWV1KK85vu_claeCYDfcGlcKgaKIHMGBEsR4waHoBDprxJRXqJN8EgBOQ2qDbdHFt933Gt1PQcVmPvJ7JRYY2VyJn703RsOxpGsDEXx6pZ6NesUDw/s400/March+2010+051.JPG" /></a><br /><div>This is Sydney. She is 2. She scares people who try to come to our front door. But really? She is a big baby. And she KNOWS something is up. She knows mommy is way fatter, and that everything is going to change. But for the time being, she is our baby and is all bark, and no bite.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Apparently Wiley Guy is also all bark and no bite. Cause three weeks ago, he was all "I'm coming early bitches! You are so not ready, and are totally stressing out now, and here I come!! Bahahaha!! Oh, and also Lesson one in motherhood: Plan Nothing. Cause I rule this house."</div><div> </div><div> </div><div>And the OB had to tell Wiley Guy "'Scuse me little man, but you are staying put. I don't like your attitude, and furthermore, you don't know what you are in for. P.S. Don't scare your mother like that."</div><div> </div><div> </div><div>So now, now.....Now that Wiley guy is allowed to make his grand appearance? "Is happy in here. Just sleeping and getting fat. Hahaha, really had you all worried... But now that you are all ready for me? I stay here. Because again, I'm the Boss. I will let YOU know when I'm ready."</div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Ah, the waiting game. I don't know how is staying where he is. We are 80% effaced, already starting to dilate, and hello? His large cranium feels like a bowling ball in my pelvis. I am sure you can imagine how lovely and pleasant I am. So until I can post Adorable! Fat! Baby! Pictures!, you can all see just how cute our dog is. Keep in mind, she is super mouthy too. Because, of course she is. She's my dog!</div>KristenWileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17226131098859292167noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10733304038028186.post-40163294297973632972010-04-22T10:39:00.000-07:002010-04-22T11:03:44.122-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgedMt4xajjTno0S1IXrCn2_J3dOoIJmFjGJLkJZwNpQBz9G7RV1orJKgoa07JTiFfm4_-ALvMJThodhXOgrFpAdk4TI2nbh6a6UWCpD2141RwIt646iZArcQtMv4dSdHal_Kl8ky9tng/s1600/Wiley+Guy+010.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463018822907749810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgedMt4xajjTno0S1IXrCn2_J3dOoIJmFjGJLkJZwNpQBz9G7RV1orJKgoa07JTiFfm4_-ALvMJThodhXOgrFpAdk4TI2nbh6a6UWCpD2141RwIt646iZArcQtMv4dSdHal_Kl8ky9tng/s400/Wiley+Guy+010.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Okay people! We made it to 35 weeks... and let me tell you, it has been touch and go... So keep reading for an update into the longest 2 weeks of my LIFE...</div><div> </div><div>We went to the OB for our giant baby ultrasound and appt on Monday, April 5th. Baby looked wonderful, but giant. Approximate weight? Oh, 6lbs. at 8oz. At 32 weeks 5 days. Seriously? We measured 35 weeks at that point. OB says, point blank, plan on a C-section at 39 weeks. He is going to be big, and in general, the bigger the baby, the less likely they are to come early. They are just all up in there being fat and lazy. Okay, check. </div><div> </div><div>Husband was on midnights that week and Monday night I tossed and turned. Something was weird, but I could not put my finger on it. I got up Tuesday morning and got ready to go into the office for just a bit to help my dad with a few things. Sitting at the desk I again felt off. My belly would get tight, and kind of take my breath away. not painful, just.... uncomfortable? It happened about 4 to 6 times an hour. So I called the doctor, finally. They told me to drink water, lay on my side. If it did not go away in an hour, take my huge self to Labor & Delivery. What did I do? Well... I went and had lunch first, because Obviously. I then went home. I drank some water, and laid on my side. And fell asleep... for 2 hours. Oops. When I woke up, it was still happening. But they were probably Braxton hicks, right? Right? So I went upstairs and laid in bad. Still no relief. Maybe we should go to L&D. But they are going to tell me I'm a drama queen and don't even know what contractions are. But, yeah, maybe I should just get checked. So I shower, and fix my hair. Because, obviously. We get to L&D at 6:30. I'm admitted by 7pm. Because, obviously.</div><div> </div><div>At this point you can imagine Jay and I are both dumbfounded. We both thought they would tell me to suck it up, and go home. They were Braxton Hicks. But noooo! They are real contractions. I am 1 1/2 cm dialated... and 70% effaced. Yeah, Wiley guy is getting anxious. So now they start trying to stop the contractions. Tons of IV meds. And poking and proding. Mainly in my lady business. Not fun. Finally get it stopped. Am released Wednesday morning with strict instructions for bedrest (So not as fun as I thought it would be) and a bagfull of pills to keep Wiley Guy where he is. I had to come back to L&D that night for another steroid shot to help mature Wiley Guy's little lungs. In case they could not stop contractions if they started again. We went from L&D directly to surgery, where my Mama Rufie was getting ready to go in for a hysterectomy. Which was a nightmare in itself. She ended up in surgery twice as long as they had planned, needed 9 units of blood, was intubated for 48 hours, kept in ICu for 4 days, and spent over a week in the hospital. She is now home, and starting to recover, but it was a scary week for her.</div><div> </div><div>So we go home, and I begin bed rest. Which, sucks. We are to go to the Ob twice a week, for non-stress tests and appts. Other than restroom, and showering every other day, I'm in bed, the couch or recliner. At this point the nursery is not finished, my house is a mess, and my mom is not even conscious. So, obviously I'm on bedrest.</div><div> </div><div>Now my mom and I are home together, with everyone taking turns waiting on us. :) My husband, sister and mother-in-law were kind enough to clean my house, and finish the nursery, and my grandfather finished putting the trim up, and new closet doors in the nursery as well. We are ready for Wiley Guy now!! :) We had another OB appt. on Tuesday. I'm 80% effaced and at 0 station, which I was at minus 2 station, so he is riding low. The doctor's exact words while checking me? "Oh my! His head is RIGHT THERE. He is coming soon! Just don't pop tonight, the Penguins are playing".... Um, Okay?</div><div> </div><div>So it looks like we may have a baby way before we expected. I was 35 weeks yesterday. The dr. is estimating he is between 7.5 and 8 pounds. Not bad! I measured 38 weeks. I rock at baybee growing. I will try and keep up on posting, and let you know when Wiley Guy makes his grand appearance!</div>KristenWileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17226131098859292167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10733304038028186.post-75010371259923120502010-04-02T10:34:00.000-07:002010-04-02T10:42:42.916-07:00Update? Yes I will.Just a quick update on the Huge Baybee front: We go for another ultrasound on Monday. We will then see how big Wiley Guy is and perhaps begin the talk of induction and c-section. (He has been measuring quite big for sometime now, but at our 29 week ultrasound he measured almost 33 weeks and was already 4lbs!) I am still not gaining any weight, so I am obviously an awesome baybee grower.... and he is a sumo wrestler!<br /><br />Other than getting prepared to birth Godzilla Baybee, all is well. Our shower was last Sunday, and it was amazing. We had over 80 people come, and it was wonderful to see so many family and friends. Wiley Guy is already loved by so many! On top of the tons of awesome swag he got, we counted over 85 outfits alone! He will be the best dresses guy on the block!! <br /><br />The nursery is almost finished! The trim will be here on Monday, and the mattress came today. So we have to have the trim installed, which will not take but a day or so, and put the bedding on the crib. Everything else is done.... and we are ready. Now begins the waiting game.<br /><br />I know we still have 8 weeks left, but I can't help and think he will be making his star studded debut early! The OB said they will not induce before 39 weeks, but I don't think there is going to be much room left in there for him come a few more weeks!! As we speak he is using my lungs as punching bags while stomping on my bladder at the same time. Quite the busy guy!<br /><br />At this point, pregnancy is Amazing! Yes, I am big. Yes, I have back pain. But yes, I am going to meet our son in a matter of weeks. He is so active now, but only at night. Wiley Guy takes after his Mama and is not a morning person! :) Now the biggest issue is our dog. She knows something is up, and I do not think she is going to like no longer being the baby! Lol!KristenWileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17226131098859292167noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10733304038028186.post-2708241566544335422010-01-30T08:26:00.000-08:002010-01-30T08:52:54.935-08:00Turbans and Tests...A fun day out.Ever had one of those moments? Like the "Oh Crap!" kind of moments? Like, just for example, making an appointment with your neurologist to have an EEG.... at 7am?!?!?!? The fact that I have to wake, shower, and be there by 7am, did not hit me until we got in the car. Then, I had my moment. What was I thinking?? I don't DO morning. EVER.<br /><br />But anyway, I went to see the neurologist on Tuesday. He wore a turban. It was green. At one point, during the examination, it was almost in my mouth. Awkward. And gross. He talked to us. He checked my reflexes. He asked how often I had the headaches. He looked in my eyes with a flashlight (this would be when his green turban was resting on <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">mah</span> nose). He called us back into his office.<br /><br />He then dropped the bomb. He wanted me to have an EEG. Just to be safe, but he is sure the headaches? Yeah, they are caused by stress and anxiety. Yup, tension migraines. That is right folks. Am a drama queen. Have been giving <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">mahself</span> headaches. Needed a freaking brain doctor to inform me that I AM CRAZY. Nice.<br /><br />So I actually had the prescription for the anti-anxiety <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">meds</span> filled. (I didn't start taking them earlier because I thought that I was doing much better.... and because I am a Doctor. Obviously)<br /><br />This is all just really hard for me to swallow. I think mainly because I have a hard time admitting I have anxiety. Maybe because I have dealt with it for so long that I think it is normal. I had no idea what anxiety entailed. I figured I have never had a panic attack, so obviously, I am anxiety free! FAIL. Apparently, being unable to sleep cause you can't "turn your mind off" would be anxiety. Who knew? So now, more <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">meds</span>. (And I really hate taking all these <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">meds</span> while pregnant)<br /><br />Other than that, Wiley Guy is busy, busy, busy. A few days ago, I swear he was rearranging his room. He was getting some stuff done. He gets really active at night, and also after I eat. Like his Mama, he loves eating :) He also enjoys Dr. Pepper!! It is so neat that he already has some sort of personality... Like, he is a night owl. Which runs in my family. I just hope he enjoys sleeping in as much as I do as well. :) Right now, minus the migraines, pregnancy is pretty amazing. Yes, I am uncomfortable. Yes, my back hurts. But yes, it will be worth it!<br /><br />Also starting to think about the nursery and shower... (Finally let myself start planning. I put it off for so long because WHAT IF SOMETHING HAPPENED?!?!?) But I am sucking it up and planning. I can't wait until the baby comes to decorate the nursery. We picked our theme (Puppies!!!) and I am slowly buying some things and starting to register. But I still have moments where anxiety gets the best of me, and I have to take a step back. 23 weeks, 3 days and still waiting for the other shoe to drop. Luckily my husband is amazing, and my Mama knows just when to tough love me, and just when to take me shopping! So for now, baby steps. And I have decided to STOP WATCHING all the "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">OMG</span> I am pregnant and THIS HAPPENED to my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">BAYBEE</span>" shows. Cause that is not helping AT ALL.KristenWileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17226131098859292167noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10733304038028186.post-70578411230817866392010-01-19T15:41:00.000-08:002010-01-19T15:48:42.147-08:00Oh hai mom.... Were you sleeping?!?!?I know I just updated, but I am going to try and do better....please hold your applause.<br /><br />So husband is on afternoons this week and decided to work over last night, meaning he would not get home until about 2:30am. So doghead and I watched some TV, we farmvilled, we worked on our baby registry, and were, in general, full of the lazy. <br /><br />Now up until this point, I have felt Wiley Guy move quite often, but if was just movement. Nothing really major, just the weird something swimming in mah belleh.... until last night.....<br /><br />So about 11:45pm, doghead and I drag ourselves to bed. And we lay down. And get comfy. And then....... LADIES AND GENTLEMEN MAY I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION PLEASE?!?!?! Welcome to the Uterus Soccer championships!!<br /><br />Cause there was some MAJOR kicking. Keeping me away kicking. Hey mom are you sleeping?? Cause no you're not. And it went on FOREVAH!!! When hubby got home at 2:30 he was STILL kicking like a madman. So hard that husband actually got to FEEL it, for the FIRST TIME. <br /><br />Now, of course, this is AMAZZZING. We both just lay in bed, enthralled by what was going on. It was just so strong, and lasted so long. But cept, hello? Needing to do a little sleeping there Wiley Guy. But mom, is practicing mah soccer skillz!!! All in all, amazing, yet exhausting. <br /><br />Final Score in the Uterus Soccer Championships?? Wiley Guy - 1, Mama - 0. FAIL.KristenWileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17226131098859292167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10733304038028186.post-85350485101623003552010-01-17T16:58:00.000-08:002010-01-17T17:22:37.057-08:00Who Sucks At Pregnancy......And Blogging? THIS GIRL!!!Okay, so I am sure everyone is waiting with bated breath for an update (Am not delusional....am sarcastic.) so here goes:<br /><br />The morning sickness passed at about 16 weeks. I stopped referring to fetus as "Devil Baby" about that time as well. Unfortunately, migraine headaches set in about week 10, and as of now, currently 21 weeks, I am still suffering. I have tried several medications, and am going to a neurologist on January 26th to see if a bwain doctor can fix my problem, cause the baby dr. can't. So I'm no longer nauseous, and miserable. I am whiny and miserable now because the headache will not go away. Hopefully I get some relief soon. Some days it is just there, and other days I lay in bed an cry (Don't you all feel bad for my husband right now? YOU SHOULD. I suck at being pregnant)<br /><br />Coupled with the migraines, is another itsy, bitsy problem. Apparently, it is NOT normal to lay in bed all night wide awake, waiting for the baby to move. It is NOT normal to only think worst case scenario, or to have a breakdown every time I go to the dr because OMG WHAT IF SOMETHING IS WRONG?!?!?!? Obviously, I did not get this memo, because I was under the impression that I was NOT CRAZY, just concerned. My OB told my very nicely "Bitch, You Crazy" and gave me pills for my anxiety. I wish I could just be normal and enjoy this pregnancy instead of doing nothing but worry. <br /><br />Of course there are a few perks to being knocked up... I think. I have lost 21 pounds since peeing on a stick. Of course, I could stand to lose 120 pounds, but you have to start somewhere, right?? I'm not some crazy person who was afraid to gain weight (Hello?? I heart food and knew I would be a blimp....) but I did cut out caffeine and so much other crap that I often ate, that weight loss has ensued. I am okay with this development. I figure I should start packing on the pounds very shortly though... And being a big-ish girl (Hahahaha. Fat, am a fat girl) I was super surprised and excited to find that I look like I am actually pregnant. I have went from looking like Jaba the Hut to a cute preggie girl. (And Hooray for maternity jeans. They are a gift from GOD. I may wear those for always now...)<br /><br />And I have had the awkward run ins thus far. The most traumatic one happening at Walmart (Hard to believe, huh?) I was standing in line, which was 6 miles long as it was 2 weeks before Christmas, and accidentally made eye contact with the guy behind me. No hard, no foul, right? WRONG. Suddenly we are best friends and Hi, how are you? Is this your first child? How old are you? When are you due? (And for me, this begins as kind of fun... Someone noticed I was pregnant....) And then............ He asks if I am HAPPILY MARRIED. And I say Yes, of course. "Oh yeah, me too, me too." He tells me. Then proceeds to explain "But you know, as happy as you are, sometimes a guy gets tired of eating chicken over and over, he would like a little steak once in a while" and winks. At me. Because apparently fat pregnant girls are steak. Naturally. So I am weirded out and pray for the line to move quickly. With my back to him I can still hear him explaining that sometimes, YOU JUST WANT TO PUT YOUR DIPSTICK SOMEWHERE ELSE. I paid and got out of there as quickly as I could before calling my mom and husband, who of course, both thought it was hilarious. My mom ask if I was dressed like a skank. I informed her I was wearing maternity jeans and a hoodie. She told me it sounded like I was asking for it. Disgusting.<br /><br />So there have certainly been some ups and downs and we are only half way through the baking process. We went for our 19 week sonogram and were told that Baby is measuring 2 weeks ahead of schedule. I am obviously an awesome baybee grower. Oh, and we also found out the gender at that appointment as well. We were able to see all the parts and pieces,hear the heartbeat as well as see it, and actually recorded it and put it in the build-a-bear my sister got us for Christmas. Very nice. Our sonogram was on New Year's Eve, and that night we had lots to celebrate..... because will be welcoming our SON to the world at the end of May. :) And that of course, makes everything I am going through, completely worth it. Even at midnight when I am ready for bed and he starts practicing his sweet gymnastics skills.KristenWileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17226131098859292167noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10733304038028186.post-47980566359368584602009-10-30T11:53:00.000-07:002009-10-30T12:04:04.650-07:00Drum Roll Please!I have some Exciting! News! Internets.... I have already started my Christmas shopping! This is huge, huge, huge for moi. (I usually start Black Friday.... and hate myself for it.) And yet, I already have some things put away, simply in need of wrapping and tagging. I rock.<br /><br />On a few other levels, I don't RAWK. As in, I cancelled the 80's Halloween Par-tay. Cause, meh, I wasn't feeling it people. Although I still have an AWESOME! poster of Ferris Bueller. <br /><br />And also, I suck because I don't do ANYTHING anymore. All I do is lay around and sleep.... Of course that may be attributed to the fact that I have gotten mahself all knocked up and such (And I am pretty sure the baby daddy is my husband, Whew!)<br /><br />Yes, You heard it here, I am 'specting. :) HoOoOoOoOoOray!!! <br /><br />You want to hear all the juicy details, you say? Sure no problem!!<br /><br />I did a home preggo test on September 14th, which was 5 days before AF. But, you know, I had the feeeeeeeeling. And BAM! two pink lines! So, like, holy crap, I have known since mid-September and have kept it from you! Yes, I am a whore.<br /><br />Had tons of blood work and testing done, which leads to the fact that I am on Progesterone Suppositories (Yes, they are As! Much! Fun! As! They! Sound!) Also, they are the devil. I already look pregnant. I am 10 weeks along. Progesterone = The Devil.<br /><br />Had our first sonogram at 8 weeks, 1 baby, all is well. We are HAPPY! And we are trying to stay POSITIVE!!!! And we are PRAYING all goes well!!! <br /><br />Of course, I have nausea all day, every day, which is reassuring. As well as horrible. Which makes me a waste of space. Totally. I am the queen of Dry-Heaving and Gagging. Who is Sex-ay? This girl!!<br /><br />So please, internet friends, keep your fingers crossed that we make it out of the woods. All I want is to be a Mommy... (Or make out with Brad Pitt. Put I would prefer being a Mommy) Until next time, please spay and neuter your pets. Thankskbye.KristenWileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17226131098859292167noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10733304038028186.post-33957794939303436142009-09-25T08:55:00.001-07:002009-09-25T09:01:15.019-07:00Public Service Announcement: FALL IS HERE!!!I am taking time out of doing my happy dance to let everyone <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">know</span>: FALL IS HERE!!! Hip-Hip-<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Hooray</span>!! If only it lasted more than two weeks, my life would be complete!<br /><br />And also, next weekend will mark Husband and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">I's</span> 1st Anniversary (And.... He is not dead yet!!!!) What will we be doing to celebrate this <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">momentous</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">occasion</span>? Why, I will be attending a Baby Shower and he will be fishing a tournament. And that is how we have succeeded in being SO FULL OF THE HAPPY.... by doing our own thing. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Lol</span>. Cause sometimes? I would rather be alone with a good book than in a boat with him and the dog. It keeps us sane. <br /><br />Also on our agenda? Bringin' Back the 80's Halloween Party! So far, I have done nothing to get ready for this EXCEPT buy a Ferris Bueller's Day Off poster. Which, personally, I feel is a really good start to a successful party. Now, where did I put my legwarmers?!?!?!?KristenWileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17226131098859292167noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10733304038028186.post-57232667608026717682009-08-06T08:46:00.000-07:002009-08-06T08:50:17.604-07:00Did that REALLY just happen?!?!?I Just want to quickly post a little window into my daily life. This happened last night:<br /><br />Me: Babe, how many pairs of boxers did you pack for the trip?<br /><br />Hubby: 5, why?<br /><br />Me: <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Wellll</span>, we will be gone for 8 days, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">soooo</span> you <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">prolly</span> need to pack more.<br /><br />Hubby: YOU ARE NOT MY MOM. 5 IS ENOUGH!<br /><br />Me: So <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">you are</span> going to wear dirty underwear at the beach?!?!?<br /><br />Hubby: Maybe I will not wear ANY underwear.<br /><br />Me: Gross.<br /><br />At this point, hubby walked out and slammed a bunch of doors. He then slept on the couch. This morning, after almost being late for work, he <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">conceded</span> that perhaps he will need a few more pairs of boxers. Mission Accomplished. :)KristenWileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17226131098859292167noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10733304038028186.post-54128519694757260702009-08-04T06:54:00.000-07:002009-08-04T07:13:42.441-07:00Moment of SilenceFirst and foremost, this country has lost a great icon. I was one of the biggest fans. That amazing icon will be sorely missed. Please join me in a moment of silence to mourn the loss..... of Boston Market. Ladies and gentlemen, this is a sad time for my husband and I. <br /><br />Moooving on.... What has 2 thumbs and leaves for the beach on Friday? This girl!! What also has 2 thumbs and is hopped up on vicodin cause she has a bad tooth? This girl! Of course I have a toothache. Because I? Am going out of town for a week. Why would I not have a toothache? Gah! <br /><br />So, of course I am super busy with getting ready for vacation, and more good news!! Jay informed me his family is coming to stay with us for a week, 2 days after we get home!! (And 1 day after I get my tooth pulled!) How lucky is that?!?! Don't get me wrong, I love Jay's family, especially Pete and Carrie, who are staying with us, but the timing BLOWS! So now I am not only doing laundry and trying to pack, but also scrubbing showers, cleaning restrooms and stripping bed linens. The fun never stops here. And then my awesome husband informs me 2 days ago, it is not just his cousin and wife..... But their 3 kids as well. I hope my head dosen't 'splode. Cause seriously?<br /><br />I am also currently planning a Bridal Shower and Bacholorette Party, as well as attending another one, we have a wedding reception coming up, I am in a wedding in October, as well as attending another one that same month. Not to mention all the birthdays, deck-sitting and BBQ's still on our agenda.... which leaves barely any time.....for baby makin'<br /><br />Which we are getting ready to start doing. We took an extra couple months, just to settle in, and prepare. Which, we really prepared nothing, but it sounds good when you tell people that. So maybe? We are just afraid it will happen again, so we are stalling. And also? With all this shower/ bachlorette party/ and wedding business, who wants to be knocked up? (This is my mantra when the negative test stares me in the face.) So I guess we are half-assed trying. But what with all the vicodin at this time, baby makin' is on hiatus. So... yeah.<br /><br />Also, a parting thought.... Halloween is on a Saturday this year.... and my husband and I are holding a PARTY..... And just like P. Diddy's WHITE PARTY, you must adhere to the strict dress code, or you will be turned away.... We will be hosting.... an 80's HALLOWEEN PARTY!! (I hope someone dresses up at ALF)KristenWileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17226131098859292167noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10733304038028186.post-50314754542621776652009-06-16T21:22:00.000-07:002009-06-16T21:39:02.058-07:00I'm surrounded by Idiots!Kristen has been sent to "The Big City" full of "The Crazy People" for a week for work. While there, she had to conduct interviews with another supervisor. This was the highlight of her week. Keep in mind: These interviews are to fill a janitorial position in a factory. We're not looking for Mensa candidates people (Because, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Gah</span>! We could barely find people to clean toilets.... but there were plenty of Welfare Candidates.....<br /><br />TOP FIVE RESPONSES <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">RECEIVED</span> IN INTERVIEWS TODAY:<br /><br />#1<br />"Do you have reliable <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">transportation</span>?"<br /> "Yeah... I have a 1993 Ford Escort. That baby purrs..." (I don't know how we did not squirt pop out of our noses for this response.)<br /><br />#2<br />"We are strict on our attendance policy. Do you have a problem with getting to work?"<br />"You know, I 'm not gonna lie..... I miss a good bit of work...when I have a job."<br /><br />#3<br />"Do you have a problem with drug or alcohol abuse?"<br />"No. Well, not really. I mean, I got a DUI 2 years ago, but it's no problem now. I go to meetings and stuff."<br /><br />#4<br />"When could you start work?"<br />"Tomorrow."<br />"Why not today?"<br />"Well, last year I attended Janitorial School, and I would like to go over all my notes and study before my first day of work."<br />(Really? Cause we need you to take out trash and clean some toilets..... Oh, and the same kid who said #1, also said this. I would bet a paycheck he's never been laid.)<br /><br />#5<br />"Are you going to show up for work everyday?"<br />"You see, you wake up every morning and you ask yourself 'Is you going to work, or is you not going?' and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">some days</span> you is going. And <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">some days</span>, well, you is not going..."<br /><br />Amazingly, we did find a few people who actually wanted to work... and nothing squirted out of our noses during the interviewing process. I will not get into the guy who would not answer questions and had a huge stack of papers with a bunch of writing on them. Our guess was he stumbled into the wrong room and was instead looking for an open mic night. Or the woman who came in with a shirt that left nothing to the imagination. Or even the guy who came to an interview in flip flops, cut offs and a beer shirt. Really? I can't wait to get back home with my hillbilly friends and my husband and dog.KristenWileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17226131098859292167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10733304038028186.post-63802197608893504512009-06-02T15:31:00.000-07:002009-06-02T15:46:51.143-07:00Work, Shmerk.Right now? I should totally be working. Like, driving to a job site, putting my time in working. And yet? Here I am. Why? Because I know I have been neglecting you, dear internets, and I apoligize.<br /><br />So, I have decided to throw caution to the wind, and blog during work. Also, the boss is gone for the day, and I am about done. But, not the point!<br /><br />Our summer is turning into on scheduled outing after another. My baby sister graduated from high school this past Sunday (Big tear), and general summer fun is already starting to happen.<br /><br />We went to visit our good friends who live out of town a few weekends ago, and as I was showing off the ring Jay bought me, my girlfriend said "Wait a minute, that is my ring." We have the same exact ring, for the same exact reason. She was due in March, me in October. After having realized that, she decided we should hold hands all night, because obviously, we are soulmates. (Drinking may have been occuring as well.)<br /><br />I have spent 3,000 hours weeding flower beds, have gotten sun burnt twice already, and have finally admitted I have allergies. Oh, and also I was able to sneak away from my husband on lawn care day, and trim the hedges. I tried making a swan, but somehow ended up with a misshapen ball of brown pine needles. I blame the hedge trimmers. My husband blames me. Whatev.<br /><br />We have also started our traditional deck sitting. The Offical Kick-Off is next Friday, so we have just been "Pre-Season Deck Sitting". Our BBQ rotation is also shaping up nicely. This summer is already packed with things to do! It is wonderful to have such great friends and neighbors.<br /><br />It is also great to have neighbors who still speak to you after your German Shepard tries to eat their dog. Cause that totally happened this weekend as well. To Sydney's defense....the dog was in our yard, Syd was tied up, and, according to Sydney, the dog was giving her "The Stank Eye". She is on probation. Little dog had to visit the vet for a few stitches, but has hopefully learned to stay in her own yard and pick on someone her own size.<br /><br />Oooookay, now? I really do have to go do something. We discussed the baby making project, and have decided to wait another month or two. We are trying to get set financially, as well as emotionally. Also, I am trying to get healthy, and fixing my back is a priority. So hopefully in a few months we will be successful, but for now, we are enjoying our Newlyweddedness (Totally a word, shut it) and summer.<br /><br />Don't forget to spay or neuter your animals. Seacrest, out.KristenWileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17226131098859292167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10733304038028186.post-1414360232528679912009-04-28T21:09:00.000-07:002009-04-28T21:23:59.869-07:00Sunny Days and Shexy Hair<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Annnnnnnnnnnnnnd</span>.......................I'm Back!!!<br /><br />It's been a pretty busy month, and I wish I could say that it was full of the Funny! but, not so much. But I was told by my Hair-Doer that I MUST update, therefore.... Here I am. And I got nothing, people. <br /><br />Husband is away for a week long fishing trip (Can I get an Amen Brothers and Sisters!) and I have the E-N-T-I-R-E bed all to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Mahself</span>. <br /><br />What else has happened? I got new <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Blonde</span>-y hair. I actually got to sit outside with the neighbors already. I tried to propose marriage to my back-cracker. Cause God, do I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">looove</span> him. And I am working insane amounts of time.<br /><br />I dropped my dog off over at Grandma and Pap's (That would be my parents, and P.S.? They love when I talk about their grand-dog. They are trying to have me committed. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Whatev</span>.) Anyway, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Doghead</span> is living it up this week with my sisters dog Gracie-Butt. I can only imagine they are staying up late giggling and talking about boys. (Okay, maybe my parents have a reason for wanting me committed..)<br /><br />I really wish I had something amazing, and witty to say. I went to the OB, everything looks okay, we can try again in 2 cycles... blah blah blah. My husband bought me a beautiful ring for Easter with October's birthstone in it to remember the baby we lost. It makes me feel good to have something that signifies our loss. Our life is going on, and getting easier, but I still fall down some days. <br /><br />Our group of friends has decided to make our own fun this year, and have a summer to remember. Currently, I believe we are working on a BBQ rotation, and Deck Sitting Season will <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">officially</span> kick off soon. Here's to warm weather, and sunshine.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd</span>.... I'm Out!!<br /><br />P.S. Please keep my good friend Crystal in your thoughts for the next few weeks. Her 3 year old daughter had a mole <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">removed</span> for biopsy today and will not get the results back for 1 to 2 weeks. Miss Buggy is too cute for words, so please pray that all is well. Thank you.KristenWileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17226131098859292167noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10733304038028186.post-84103290266243607982009-04-01T21:46:00.000-07:002009-04-01T21:58:49.130-07:00Word Vomit and Lady BitsI go to the OB for my 2 week follow-up in the morning. Fully expect terrible news, and am willing to show off my lady bits to anyone who will a.) look and b.) give me a reason why I can't carry a baby past 7 weeks. If this means the janitor, I am fine with that... I have my good days and bad, bad being can't stop crying (And P.S.? I hate to cry, so of course when these days happen? Am Annoyed.) A good day would be not feeling like I was just punched in the stomach. And the always present people who word vomit and think they are being helpful? Awesome for the healing process. Like this <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">convo</span> I had at a graduation party on Saturday:<br /><br />Drunk Moron: Wow! 2 miscarriages, huh?<br /><br />Moi: Um, yes.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">DM</span>: That is really rough? What are you doing?<br /><br />Moi: Doing? Um, just trying to stay positive...<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">DM</span>: No, I mean doing wrong? I never had a miscarriage...<br /><br />Moi: Oh, right. Doing wrong. Perhaps it was all the recreational drugs I was doing?<br />Then, I thought about neck punching her. Cause, I totally think I deserve to neck punch her. Actually, I think that I would be doing the human race a favor if I neck punch her.<br /><br />In other news, my dog has decided she LOVES! POPCORN!! But if mommy gives her popcorn, daddy yells at both of us. So mommy is trying to teach Sydney to Chew! With! Her! Mouth! Closed! So far? Colossal FAIL. But <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Mmmm</span>...... is popcorn good.KristenWileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17226131098859292167noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10733304038028186.post-79302405484971744552009-03-17T08:37:00.000-07:002009-03-17T08:52:02.863-07:00No one said it would be easy...I guess I should explain what happened.... more because I need to than that anyone wants to know...<br /><br />So I went to the ER on Saturday, with a tiny bit of blood and a really bad feeling. The ER experience was terrible. My husband saw the sonogram tech type No Heart Tone and down he went. Passed out.... twice. They thought he was going to have a seizure. And there I stood, already scared, while they put him in a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">separate</span> room and ran an IV and put him on a heart monitor. Then the ER doctor came in, told me "Yes, Miscarriage" and handed me a paper that informed me that when I naturally passed everything, to collect it, put it in a bowl and put it in the fridge until I see the doctor... That would be about the time I LOST IT. Because no. Is it not terrible enough that you lost the baby, but then to be asked to do that. I am a strong person, and I am dealing with this, but that was over the top.<br /><br />So I left there not knowing how or why, and also was one Hot Mess. (Husband is okay. Low Potassium, and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">vasovagal</span> response, which I also have, so we know how to deal with it.)<br /><br />I cried until I didn't think I had anymore tears left. Big, heart broken sobs that I could not control. I was in shock. The doctor had said miscarriage, but then the ill-informed nurse told me that I should just keep hoping and praying that the baby would hold on. It was a roller coaster ride. They refused to schedule a D&C, they wanted me to miscarry naturally.<br /><br />On Monday I called my wonderful doctor, explained the situation and was seen ASAP. He did more blood work to confirm a non-viable pregnancy, talked to us, and answered questions. I only measured about 6/7 weeks on the sonogram. I should have been almost 10. He also promised to run tests to see if there were any problems we could fix. I knew the outlook was not good at all, but I actually felt better when we left. The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">dr</span>. was kind, and not only spent time with us, but was concerned enough to ask how we were both doing emotionally and if we needed anything. I am happy he is being proactive and testing now so it will hopefully not happen again.<br /><br />I heard back from the OB office this morning. My levels have dropped, and it is non-viable. I go in for a D&C tomorrow (Wednesday) morning. Then, hopefully, the healing process can begin, and we can have more questions answered. No one told us this would be easy, but I was prepared for a battle to become pregnant, not to stay pregnant. We knew it would be uphill, we just didn't realize it would hurt so much.KristenWileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17226131098859292167noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10733304038028186.post-70442659086093522532009-03-15T07:22:00.000-07:002009-03-15T07:23:10.576-07:00Went to the E.R. on Saturday. <br />(Something did not feel right)<br /><br />No Heartbeat.<br /><br /><br />Miscarriage #2.KristenWileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17226131098859292167noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10733304038028186.post-29817190967955458032009-02-27T09:40:00.000-08:002009-02-27T09:59:44.610-08:00I have a girl crush....So, Wednesday I went to the OB for the first time. I actually did not even meet with the doctor yet, just the nurses, whom I now have a crush on. Especially one. Her name is Denise. And she is super snarky, like moi. So I heart her.<br /><br />She actually gave me a "freebie" ultrasound, so I would "Stop Whining". All looked good, and there is only one peanut in there. I am measuring a little off. I thought I was about 7 weeks, but I only measured 6w1d. I am told this is nothing to Freak! Out! Over!* Of course, I had to do all the normal** stuff as well. Like peeing in a cup, answering tons of questions (Am already a bad mom cause I don't have a peds Dr yet) and they took like 4 liters of blood.<br /><br />I would post the ultrasound pic, but it is on the kitchen table, and I am parked on the couch, and Gah! That is soooo far away. Yes, I still suck at life. Sleeping is my favorite and it is still being interrupted by my stupid bladder. And don't get me started about my lack of a #2.... Pregnancy in the first trimester is NOT SEXY. My poor husband. First Trimester + Strep Throat = Unsexiness cubed. <br /><br />Other than that, I go back to the OB on March 26th, and I should be about 10 weeks by then. Fingers Crossed. My boobs are huge-r than normal, and hurt way much bad. Like, if I move too fast I leave them behind, and that hurts like the devil. Am Whining. Am bitter. Am not going to stop for *Hopefully* 8 more months. :) Due date at this point is still October 11, 2009. Which, of course it is, because I am the Matron of Honor in Neighbor's Wedding, on October 17th. Baby is already f-ing up shop. Sounds like Baby will be a drama queen, like it's mother. (I would prefer not to have a little boy drama queen...)<br /><br />In other news, Hooray for rain, and sun and warm weather. I will take anything other than snow. I now cry over ANYthing. Which is messy, since it is stupid things, like Adoption Stories, and Bass Master Tournaments and Oh! My! God! My little sister is graduating in May and Boo! Hoo! Hoo!!!! I am a train wreck. At least I am not crying over the weather now. <br /><br />* Of course, I am still Freaking! Out! cause that is just how I roll. Cause if I had nothing to obsess over, what would I do?!?!?<br />**Anyone who knows me will understand that at times, I may not be aware of what is normal in certain instances, especially in college....KristenWileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17226131098859292167noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10733304038028186.post-58506739168891006432009-02-24T09:23:00.000-08:002009-02-24T09:29:32.257-08:00Who's Idea Was This Pregnancy Thing?!?!?!?What is more fun, dear <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Internets</span>, than having morning sickness that lasts all day??<br /><br />Why, morning sickness that lasts all day with a big heaping side dish of Strep! Throat! Awesomeness.<br /><br />I go to the OB tomorrow, and will update again then. Hopefully, it will be good news, since I am pretty sick all the damn time. Until then, lots of fluids, rest and antibiotics. WooHoo! At least I got the day off work, but only because my Boss/Dad informed me "I don't want you here!!!"KristenWileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17226131098859292167noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10733304038028186.post-8713893444929703012009-02-18T17:58:00.000-08:002009-02-18T18:16:04.614-08:00Did anyone really think that I would be pleasant??Hello Internets. Since dropping the "Big News" on you, I have been living my life, one day at a time. Of course, having just had a miscarriage, I am very concerned with losing this baby as well, so I am even More! Psycho! than is normal. My poor husband. Having said that, things seem to be going well.... Mostly.<br /><br />The biggest problem coming at 5am this morning... When my body revolted against me, and made me Wake! Up! and Pee! at that ungodly hour. Then I couldn't go back to sleep! Do you KNOW how much I love to sleep?? I am fabulous at it. Like, all-star sleeper. And I could not go back to bed. Am pissed at pregnant body for betraying me so early on. What next?? Boob stretch marks at 10 weeks?<br /><br />Other than that seemingly innocent situation, and other than feeling like I am going to Throw Up Right Now, all the time, things are okay. My mood swings are not bad yet, which is amazing, since they were wicked <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">pre</span></span>-pregnancy. My only other complaint is the tiredness. I would hear other women complain about it and I was all "Suck it up, how bad can it be?!?!" Now.... I am all "Honey, can you pull the car from the drive-way up on the porch, cause ten feet is way too far to walk....." So basically I suck at life. But, I am not lazy, cause hello?!?!? I am busy making a human being right now, what have YOU done lately??<br /><br />Please keep baby in your thoughts. Although the doctor has told me my chances of carrying to term are "excellent" I am still a bundle of nerves. The miscarriage shook me up, and now every twinge or pain I am running to the bathroom. I am hoping to get through this next 6 weeks so I can relax.... And am trying not to kill anyone. Especially people who serve my food, because what the crap took so long?!?!? I am hungry!!!KristenWileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17226131098859292167noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10733304038028186.post-12101523538092817072009-02-14T07:29:00.000-08:002009-02-15T19:53:03.126-08:00May I print a retraction??Dear 2009,<br /><br />I would like to thank you for your prompt attention to my previous letter. I do appreciate the change of heart. I also understand that sometimes we just have a crappy day, or week, etc, and just want to take it out on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">SOMEone</span>, so we do. Now, perhaps I am just being a little too forgiving, and you are still just a whore... But... I think that some whores are good people, once you get past the crotch-less underwear and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">STD's</span>. Therefore, I want to thank you for stopping your whore-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">ery</span>, and again include some examples.<br /><br />Exhibit A: My husband has been very doting lately, and also remembered Valentine's Day. Am impressed.<br /><br />Exhibit B: We came into a bit of extra money that was unexpected and are now both breathing a bit easier.<br /><br />Exhibit C: My good friend <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Jennepper</span> gave birth to a healthy baby girl on Valentine's Day. Welcome Olivia!!<br /><br />So it seems that there are good things happening now. And they are appreciated. Of course, winning the lottery would also be greatly appreciated, if you can swing it. Am just saying.... I do see that you are still throwing about unnecessary drama about. My other neighbor's grandpa died. So you are still a whore. Maybe just a high-priced "classy" call girl now.<br /><br />Again, Kthankxbye<br />Kristen<br /><br /><br />In other news.....this happened as well.....<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOjWDcwoQNA85Y4GRd3Xq3AZMGC3XICP0-_TF4XUltXLJLnPX8It0Ee-1VdTh0FXJS3_2wIrr4WL9FpcW3kEiEa_88DdFwYjns-6HkmUw-rNZQD0cv-EATYswEt4RPiJ47fNeS8gfTxQ/s1600-h/2-14-09+281.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302678734870407922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOjWDcwoQNA85Y4GRd3Xq3AZMGC3XICP0-_TF4XUltXLJLnPX8It0Ee-1VdTh0FXJS3_2wIrr4WL9FpcW3kEiEa_88DdFwYjns-6HkmUw-rNZQD0cv-EATYswEt4RPiJ47fNeS8gfTxQ/s400/2-14-09+281.JPG" border="0" /></a>Yes, I kept this from the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">internets</span> for over a week. We went to the doctor yesterday and everything looked good. I am 5w6d today. We go to the OB on the 25<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">th</span>. So please pray that 2009 won't start her whore-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">ery</span> again.KristenWileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17226131098859292167noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10733304038028186.post-44952703173289748532009-02-04T22:28:00.000-08:002009-02-04T22:40:34.032-08:00A Letter to 2009Dear 2009,<br /><br /> I am writing this from one responsible adult to another in hopes of avoiding anymore "situations". Thus far, I feel you have been a real whore. Now I understand we are a mere month into you, yet already not only me, but loved ones as well as "the internets" have had some very trying times. If you don't mind, I would like to review, so you may attest to the whore-ery you have been inflicting.<br /><br />Exhibit A: Was pregnant. Am no longer. You're a whore.<br /><br />Exhibit B: Best friend from High School took her own life a few days ago and left behind 2 young children. You're a whore.<br /><br />Exhibit C: Husband's work has already laid off, and may do so again, as well as my work having major cutbacks. (Yes, I work for family. No, that does not mean my job is easy, or guarenteed) So, again, you're a whore.<br /><br />Exhibit D: Patiently awaiting my period. Not coming. Yet feel cramp-y and in general, Am a Bitch. Not getting my hopes up sooo......Yeah, you guessed it. You're a whore.<br /><br />The list could go on, about how my dog suddenly must Lick! My! Socks! before I can get them on my feet, or that my husband has No! Dishwashing! Skills! but I feel that I must just ask to stop being all teenage angsty, and Get Over It. Please, from now on, be kind to my loved ones, be it family or internets. You're immedaite attention to this matter will be appreciated. <br /><br />Kthanksbye<br />KristenKristenWileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17226131098859292167noreply@blogger.com3